Page 36 of Daddy's Pride

“Harris—” The words I want to say die on my tongue again.

He downs his wine. “You like the sound of my name this evening, Daddy. I like the way you say it.” He pours himself another glass and fills mine up.

“Harris.” I bury my face against the crook of his neck and inhale.

He giggles. “Are you trying to seduce me, Daddy?”

“Do I need to try?”

“No.”

Fuck it. It might be crazy, but I don’t want to say goodbye. “Stay.”

“Um, you already asked me to stay the night. Are you drunk, Daddy?”

I slosh my wine. “Not yet. A little tipsy, maybe. I’ve never been a big drinker.”

“Me neither.”

“I mean it, boy. Stay.”

“Stay—?”

“Yes. Spend your holiday here. With me.”

Harris runs his finger around the rim of his wine glass, creating a soft ring. Is he thinking about it? His silence is killing me.

“We’ve been getting along and having fun, haven’t we?”

“Yes.”

And yet he’s not saying yes. I’m a fool.

“I’m sorry. It’s a stupid idea. You’ve paid for a bed and breakfast for the week. You want to go to Scarborough.”

He takes my wine glass, puts both on the floor, and kneels, facing me. He cradles my face in his hands. “Are you being serious, Daddy?”

I hold his wrists gently. “Yes, boy. I’d like you to stay.”

He kisses me. “I could help you decorate. We could work on your business plan some more.”

“Or we could relax and have fun together. I’d jog with you each morning. I could take you to Scarborough for a day. Or Whitby. Or Filey. Wherever you want to go. Whatever you want to do. Let me spoil you for the week, boy.”

“Sounds amazing, Daddy, but you forgot something.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I did?”

“Sex, Daddy. You forgot to say we’d have lots and lots of sex.” He kisses me between each of the last five words.

I nuzzle his nose. “Yes, there will be lots of that. Will you stay?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’d love to.”

My heart soars. “What about the bed and breakfast you’ve booked?”

“I’ll ring in the morning and say I don’t need the room anymore.”

“Will you get your money back?”

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